[...Kimblee won't argue with that assessment; look at how well the last job turned out. He spent pretty much the entire time playing Tetris.

Also befriending a few potential targets and poisoning Lightning Farron. But mostly playing Tetris. He had Korobeiniki stuck in his head for practically forever; for several days, he was the man who arranges the blocks. It was horrible, and whomever invented work like that should feel horrible.

...never mind that he works at the Center here in Mahogany Town once in a while if he wants money. That isn't the point.]

I suppose you could say I've found somewhere to stay long-term; I certainly wasn't going to put up with the color in here any longer than I had to.

[He's fully aware that he's probably going to be pressed for deets; that doesn't mean he has to volunteer them.]